Note: This story is the eleventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recom...
The First Date It was a bit strange driving with the chastity belt on. I had worn one before for some days, but a long time ago. We got talking about different stuff. It just clicked – as long as I forgot about the belt, or how good she looked. She asked me to go via the office, she said she had forgotten something. I did so, she came back soon after with...
Sarina "That sounds like a stellar idea," he said. "I need to get a few things from my little purse in the vestibule, why don't you climb in and I'll meet you there in a second?" I said. He agreed, told me it was the double doors at the end of the hall, and headed off. I found my purse and texted my Master that I was OK. Then I put my heels back on as I w...
This is the first chapter of this story, the second one can by found here. http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=300547 * Ch. 01 Friday detention It was my lucky day again. I had drawn the shortest straw in the staff room and had to do double duty on a Friday and 'teach' detention. All I usually did during these situations was sit and read...
Elunara opened the door and blinked. "Hello, Zel. Where's the babies?" "They're down for a nap; Johnathan's watching them for the moment." "Well, come in." Zelinnia fidgeted. "I came for a request." "Ok, shoot." Zelinnia whispered into her ear. Elunara blinked. "Are you certain?" She nodded. "Have you asked Renwa?" "Well... no." "You should ask f...
Dear readers, please again don't jump to a conclusion; I want to confuse you a little. No pain, no gain. *** That fateful Friday, I returned from the gym on foot, extra jogging doesn't hurt. Three blocks from home, a car kept my way. Out of it came a guy with a wild mustache, the kind of man you wouldn't want around your kids. The guy was headed with dete...
With apologies to Mr. Thurber "I'm going in!" The bartender's voice resonated in the newly emptied bar. Only the bouncer/barback was on hand to witness the ravaging of the drunken lesbian. "You can't do it, Petitool. The bitch is a lesbian. She don't want dick. She's cute, but she's not drunk enough." "The hell you say! She's had four vodka and cranberrie...
"How did it come to this," you ask yourself. You were on vacation with your husband at Caribbean resort. You'd never been before. It's a place where inhibitions are shed, he told you, where people go wild. Live out their fantasies. You thought that meant things like going topless at the pool, maybe skinny dipping in secluded pond or even sex in a place y...
I sit cross-legged on the bed ignoring Doc, Edwin, Sam and Mitchell as they watch me eating the two hamburgers Mitchell made. I pick the salad off first and eat it before hungrily biting into the bun, meat and egg. I lick sauce off the edge of the palm of my hand before picking at the crumbs left on the plate. "You want a soda? I can get you one," Mitchell...
This story is a spin off of my original story/series (Love Comes Second). It is not in the same genre of stories, but they are related so there may be some places/scenes where the genres overlap. This series will be from the perspectives of the two servants, Luke and Mary. I recommend that you read my previous chapters before this one. ***** Chapter VI L...